So many things have happened since my last post!
Got a new job, quit that new job.
People at that job were mostly great, but I quit because it wasn't really my kind of job I guess.
I sort of love the late hours though - work usually starts 9pm and ends around 4/5am - because I like taking the company van home in the wee hours of the morning and staring out of the windows at the empty streets and roads. It's kinda therapeutic.

Anyway, apparently my male colleagues at my workplace thinks I am manly (in both voice AND mannerisms) and are convinced I am lesbian.
Even after interrogation and clarifying that I am straight at least thrice I could tell they still believed I have found someone of the same sex sexually attractive before.
And when I commented that a female colleague is pretty one of my male colleagues actually gave me a suspicious look.
God help me I think I have completely lost whatever little feminine charms I used to possess.
Must be because all my female colleagues are so attractive and feminine I end up seeming like a man in comparison.

Brb changing my sex

Stuffing my face with tuna sandwiches and chocolates at this hour. I lasted from 12am till 4am without eating anything but gave in in the end :\

Once I start I will convince myself not to stop. It makes sense, since I started just go all the way right? That's why I am planning to open a bag of chips later too whee. I am such a bad influence to myself.

But who cares? Dead of the night + junk food + drama = Bliss 








Anw, I just found out a huge secret. A really huge one, the biggest of my life. It's drama worthy. I don't think I will ever let it out till the day I die. Not trying to act dramatic but it really is this huge. Completely stunned when ___ told me.

From the corner of my eye I thought I saw a red flash from my dead blackberry.
Stared at it hard for a few seconds but nope, no red flash again.
I didn't realise how much I missed seeing it!

Or maybe it's still alive and it is trying to send me a message??????
That I shouldn't have taken it off its life support???

Or maybe I am just becoming like one of those crazy cat ladies except I have no cats (though I would like to get one).

Did a banqueting job for the first time yesterday.
Omg! It made me realise how unfit I was. All the muscles I managed to build up (no matter how little) in secondary school had almost completely disappeared.

The runners (aka me and two other girls) had to carry uber huge trays of plates of food to the tables, and the waiters and waitresses waiting there will place the plates on the tables . The plates are those huge plates you see at wedding banquets. And each tray we carried had at least 3 or 4 plates.

The food isn't really heavy, but all that porcelain is. Damn the porcelain! Why are you so heavy?! I have decided I am going to serve everyone using disposable plates at my wedding.

What continuously ran through my mind while I was carrying those trays were "Fuck my life, fuck my life, fuck my life, why am I doing this, why am I doing this" or "You can do it, you can do it, you can do it, just a few more steps" and "hands, please don't give way, please don't drop the plates, please, please, please". I was just chanting these over and over in my head to distract myself from the weight in my hands.

Woah. I think my mind helped me more than anything. I was so close to dropping my load a few times but luckily I didn't drop any.

I didn't regret doing this job though anyway, because I got to see an awesome view of Singapore from 63 storeys up and at least I tried something new. Though I wished this something new wouldn't give me such horrible muscle aches the next day bleargh

2 March 2012

Had steak, escargots, garlic bread and ramen with scallops all on the same day. No relevance to whoever is reading this but I just wanna write this down so I won't forget this one glorious day of my existence. Bless my life!

I think the holidays are turning me into a more positive person. I am now happy 75% of the time, compared to probably 45% before holidays. The remaining percentage doesn't fully represent unhappiness, because I don't have anything to be unhappy about either. It represents more of times when I am feeling neutral. Like when I am taking a dump. Or when I am not thinking of anything particularly happy. Or when I am not thinking anything at all. Or blah blah why am I talking so much

One more thing to note down

11 Feb 2012

Took off the top row of my braces. I am now completely braces free! Still, the retainers are a pain though..

Edit:
I realised I didn't blog anything at all during Feb. SHIT! This is the first time I skipped a whole month! My OCD refuses to let my archives sidebar be missing a month. This is unacceptable. Maybe I shall change the date of my com and fake a February post when I am not feeling lazy. And yes this is how hung up I can get over my archives missing a "February" header.

New watch

I bought a new watch today by the way! (Sorry, once I start posting I can't stop)
Wheehee!
I saw it on tumblr yesterday and got it today.
It's this one!
http://www.kennethcole.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12006600

Pretty isn't it?
It doesn't look that nice on the website, but it looked drool worthy here so I fell in love
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cr: ontheracks.com

Here's another picture of it, from www.lovemaegan.com


BAHAHA I can't stop staring at it, it's beside my lappy now.
New things make me happy!

I lost my ezlink card on thurs! Thursday sucked, I was on my way to school at 12 before I got news that French class is cancelled, so I got off the bus and 15 mins later I realised my card is missing. :( Then I went home, and had to return to school at 6 pm for Jap speaking test. Sucky day, though the speaking test went okay. I love Tomoko sensei, I've never had a teacher as encouraging as her! Even though I know my Japanese isn't the best, she kept saying she can see that I've worked hard and that I am improving with every assignment I hand in. I did average on my test but she made it sound like I wrote an awesome essay for the essay portion of the test. (I only wrote 11 simple sentences by the way, not impressive)

This is my third time losing my ezlink card anyway. I've also lost my wallet three times before. Forever losing things, I'm a loser. I lost my hair wax and lip balm in Korea, and now I think my new lip balm got lost again.

Urgh, losing ezlink card is really troublesome, I had to call SBS (in case I dropped it on the bus), then call Transitlink, then call the National Library to make sure no one can borrow stuff using that card. Plus I lost my NP student card together with my ezlink card too. Argh, troublesome, troublesome. Someone help me settle all these please! Mom!